I strafed 

the bonnet

of Billie Jean-

   lies and her eyes-

  tongues tricking- snakes

   and smiles

Catching hoodwinks

    And fol de rol second guesses 

There was no machine gun nightmares

In the Excelsior

  Just speed addicts

  And foul mouthed prostitutes

and old ladies shopping for zucchinis

You said let's get a burrito

And took us to worst burrito shop

In the mission

It was basically inedible 

Which I considered 

Unforgivable 

Cest la vie

 

 Myriad

    Smerfed and btwaggled 

another cloudy-ish day

   Zoo

Zoop 

   Twerp!

 Catching sky lights

All night long

Crazy dreams

I made love to a gal

   and then she was okay we're done

Another lazy day

Emailing doctors

  Moms not doing so well

Prep time perhaps 

  Sucking nicotine

With dreams of the Village 

  MacDougall street

Out of reach

 

 

 

 Rainy

Headache day

  Bottleneck slide blues

  on a cheap Kay guitar

W C clef painted on it

  adding harp in what key dunno

 Whatever sounds good

 Blues on

A rainy day

 Fell off the wagon but it was fun

Yabba dabba doo 

   Slept most of yesterday 

Life has gotten so boring what is the point

  Reach for the rocks

Joke with an Angel and a Margarita 

  Somebody has a hell of a shiner 

    Hit the ground with his face

Ouch

  But he's pouring drinks

They say the dog is blind

But he seems happy

 Summer 1978 (written using microphone feature 😀)

We were stoned and it was raining. Pretty much every day. We graduated from high school and we're going to college in the fall. I had I had the brilliant idea that we should do a road trip. We go north along the coast Highway one up to Oregon. We rang guitars hot, and Dylan's blood on the tracks. We also had old in the way. I h Hippie bluegrass man. 

We loaded 63 Ford Fairlane, that my father had bought for $25. When we first got it, we pulled the spark flex, and three of them were carbon up. Replaced them in the car ran for eight years. My sister had on the car before me and she had replaced the ceiling with a batik From cost plus imports. Hippie car. She called it Vyl Cause I was on the license plate. 

We loaded up the car and headed out. No real plans just drive north and get stoned. I don't remember much of that trip but at one point we were at the Oregon coast and it was obvious people had driven their cars on onto the beach. Probably not 63 Ford Fairlanes. Whose suspension was shot. But hey, but hey, we were stoned and enthusiastic. We got about 20 feet in and sink deep into the sand. Stuck and stoned. I'm for about an hour Park Granger drove up, Proceeded to berate us verbally.

Are you guys fucking idiots?

We thought he was out with the wind on his Jeep instead pull out a small folding shovel thought on the ground and told us to dig ourselves out then he drove off. We tried to dig ourselves out, but it wasn't happening. Another cheap pulled up and we told him what was going on. They were incredulous. Give you that shovel One asshole. They had a winch on their jeep too two minutes we were free. We debated whether we should keep the shovel. Stairway threw in the sand and took off. I always wondered if he thought we dug ourselves out. Fuck those fuck those fat cat Rangers and their Snickers bars. I'm not sure how many days we were in Oregon, but it was wet and miserable. We turned around and headed back to Sunny California.